All The Posters Come Down

BY BILL GABLE

Every year when the travelling circus comes to this town
People run to the windows
to watch the world passing by us
ticket stubs litter the ground
in the morning there's no one around
all the posters come down

How I feel I'm as lost as a bird in a hurricane sky
all I need is a reason to leave
and then you'd see my fly away
a man with a certain taste
whose talents are going to waste
all the posters come down

After the show was over
watching you changing in the dressing room light
brushing against your should suddenly
staying beside you for the rest of the night

Soon I came to the city to see you
but you turned me away
people talk when they see me walk by
and I hear what they're saying
they say you treated me cruel
they say I acted a fool
all the posters come down

I needed a place to stay
I called you every day
all the posters come down

Bill Gable's compositions are published and administered by Idle Speculation Music (ASCAP)

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